Someone told me my nephew had a fight in school. Well, I thought he should know better than to fight in school. So I told him what I used to do.... in school those days.
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.020.pdf
Its was fun then.
Cheers
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 40
40 Whatever means needed Mary Reid stood at the window looking outside, with her nude body she presented quite a vie...
-
Act Three Act Three Scene Five Sub Scene Two The mother and son “Save me and hover o’er me with your wings, you heavenly guards!—W...
No comments:
Post a Comment